Flowers

As usual, we
Each carry our own sadness
Praying once again
For tomorrow to come

We, who are never satisfied
Embrace various roles
Holding someone
Let's share each other

In the speed of passing scenery
Everything melted and faded
Standing on the street corner
Next to the young flower seller
I think of your shadow

Ah, I hear the sound of the bell
It's not the end, it's the beginning
Even if beautifully forgotten
Somewhere, still laughing
Whoever it is

The flickering light of the light bulb
Spewing out lies like breathing
Pushing through the mountain of junk
Searching
Searching for the truth
Even for those nostalgic words

Ah, I hear the sound of the bell
It's not the end, it's the beginning
Even if beautifully forgotten
Somewhere, still laughing
Laughing
Laughing
Laughing